A note floating from line to line
running like a gazelle at the beginning
but dripping like honey at the end
sweet symphony of flutes
that goes around the pentagram
asking the singer to never stop
sing, sing
sing, so I don’t cry.

The sadness shows her gaze
over the sol clef
leaving sad tears rolling down
dripping down
in the silence of the rest
because nobody gives her company
go away, go away
go ways so I don’t cry.

Strong step, tight and confident
pointing the straight road
constrained by the shores of life
that don’t let breathe
but that are happy when
the step is a dancing one
when the rhythm is syncopated
in the nocturnal milonga
that you and I, together,
embraced,
feel the trembling
in the close space left
between our chests.
Dance, dance
dance, so I don’t cry.